Ein - Menschliches, Allzumenschliches

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[It was rare for him to feel anything similar to surprise, but he hadn't exactly expected to wake up in a strange bedroom surrounded by pictures of people he didn't recognize. It would be a surreal experience and feeling for anyone, but there were a few things that added to it for Wilhelm.

The first was that there was no reason for him to wake up. He never slept.

The second was that there was no person, galaxy-wide, in his reality he didn't recognize.

He simply picked up the picture and stared in wonder at it for a moment. What an altogether odd occurrence. ...Had something gone wrong during the struggle against Zarathustra? Had he hallucinated mankind's eventual victory entirely? He could identify the clothing as being common in 1950s America; had a bizarre temporal anomaly occurred. He felt lightheaded. He needed to-

He felt lightheaded. He dropped the picture.

He didn't experience physical feelings.

He tried to search, to see if he could connect with the Unconscious. Nothing. ..An entirely new dimension then? Or had just that much damage been dealt. With his usual means of gathering information cut off, he supposed he'd have to explore. Looking at the phone next to his bed stand, he said in a calm, collected voice.]

...How interesting. There isn't, perhaps, anyone who could explain to me as to how I got here, or why?

[OOC: Anyone who possesses psychic powers, or some form of magic that can detect mental waves or something, you're going to feel a short moment of extreme discomfort when Wilhelm first wakes up. Being the personification of the Collective Unconscious of his universe, imagine the sensation his entrance brings as feeling like you're swimming in the ocean, and feel something just impossibly massive moving underneath you. It's only there for a brief moment before it's gone, but it's clearly there.

Also, MOMO-mun and Rubedo-mun, since you have both been accepted, I've decided to start by making the first post of our group's cast. I hope you don't mind, and please inform me if you do.]

Comments

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

Don't call me that either!

...What the hell did you do, anyway? Where are we?

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

As you wish. Which definition, then, do you want me to call you by?

I did not do this. However, our present location appears to be an encapsulated dimensional space called Mayfield.

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

My name is Jr., dammit.

...You didn't? I find that hard to believe.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

How odd, that the title you wish to be defined by is the most false of them.

[He doesn't answer. Rather, he makes an incredibly quick, sweeping motion culminating with him pointing at Jr.]

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

False, nothing! I've made that name a part of myself!

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

But you don't really think it's as much a part of you as the other names, do you?

In your own mind, as much as you try to fight it, you will always be Rubedo.

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

[That hit home. Jr. glares at him furiously, hands balled into fists.]

You don't know what goes on in my head!

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

You are correct for the moment.

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

What the hell's that supposed to mean?

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

That the powers bestowed upon me as the Lower Dimensional Domain's guardian have been stripped from me at the moment. While I held rank as guardian, I was entitled to the knowledge and feelings all men might possess, with some restriction.

And with each cycle of the Recurrence, I am as familiar with each man and woman from our plane as they are with themselves.

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

[After a moment of perplexed horror, he focuses on what seems to be most important at the moment.]

Wait, your powers are gone?

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

As I stated before, our arrival here was not my doing

And I would not stay in a cage unless my wings had been clipped.

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

...Okay. Fine. I'll give you that.

So what the hell's going on? How did we get here?

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

I do not know.

The last memory I possess was watching your ship begin to head in search of Lost Jerusalem after I cast off my physical form. How we could be pulled here is, I am afraid, currently beyond my knowledge.